On October 12, I received the very sad news that my Grandma Griffin passed away. Grandma had been in a nursing home for several years, her body strong, but her mind slowly being taken away by Alzheimer’s Disease. I never realized how much our memories make us who we are. Though she was in my Grandma’s skin, she slowly changed into someone very different from the grandmother I grew up loving and knowing. Though I knew the day would one day come, the news still came as a shock.
I am so blessed by a rock solid, supportive husband who graciously made a lot of last minute travel arrangements so our family of four could travel out to Indiana for her funeral. It is no small task packing and carting around two small children and lots of stuff, but we did, and I’m so glad we were able to be there together.
As we gathered together as family, we reminisced. We remembered. And we sighed knowing that Grandma’s suffering was finally over. Her mind and her body are restored. And she is reunited in heaven with my grandfather.
I was thankful for the opportunity to re-connect with family members I haven’t seen in several years. I blessed to introduce my two children, as well as meet many of my cousins’ children for the first time. I was also blessed by the hugs and presence of my Grandma Davis who traveled to the funeral.
Though an unexpected family reunion, it was special to re-connect with my immediate family as well. We live all over, so any chance we get to see each other face to face is a special occasion!
